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Pro. With pardon, lady, not a syllable
Enter Orgilus, disguised as before.
[To Org.] Do thy best
Pen. Prithee, leave me; 15
I have some private thoughts I would account with; Use thou thine own.
Org. Speak on, fair nymph; our souls
Can dance as well to music of the spheres
Pen. Your school-terms are too troublesome.
Org. What Heaven
Refines mortality from dross of earth 21
Pen. Set thy wits
In a less wild.proportion. . -"/^
Org. Time can never
On the white table of unguilty faith 25
Pen. Be not frantic,
Org. All pleasures are but mere imagination,
Feeding the hungry appetite with steam 35
And sight of banquet, whilst the body pines,
Not relishing the real taste of food:
Such is the leanness of a heart divided
From intercourse of troth-contracted loves;
No horror should deface that precious figure 40
Sealed with the lively stamp of equal souls.
The breath of ignorance, that flies from thence,
Ripens a knowledge in me of afflictions
Above all sufferance.—Thing of talk, begone! 45
Begone, without reply!
Org. Be just, Penthea,
In thy commands; when thou send'st forth a doom
Pen. J^ash-trran ! thou lay'st
A blemish on mine honour, with the hazard
Org. O, rather
Examine me, how I could live to say
I have been much, much wronged. 'Tis for thy sake
Pen. Lend your hand;
With both of mine I clasp it thus, thus kiss it, 65 Thus kneel before ye. [penthea kneels.
Org. You instruct my duty.
Pen. We may stand up. [They rise.] Have you aught else to urge Of new demand ? as for the old, forget it; 'Tis buried in an everlasting silence, And shall be, shall be ever: what more would ye? 70
Org. I would possess my wife ; the equity Of very reason bids me.
Pen. Is that all?
Org. Why, 'tis the all of me, myself.
Pen. Remove Your steps some distance from me :—at this space A few words I dare change ; but first put on 75 Your borrowed shape.
Org. You are obeyed; 'tis done.
[He resumes his disguise.
Pen. How, Orgilus, by promise I was thine The heavens do witness; they can witness too A rape done on my truth: how I do love thee Yet, Orgilus, and yet, must best appear 80 In tendering thy freedom; for find
The constant preservation of thy merit,
By thy not daring to attempt my fame
With injury of any loose conceit,
Which might give deeper wound to discontents. 85
Continue this fair race : then, though I cannot
Add to thy comfort, yet I shall more often
Remember from what fortune I am fall'n,
And pity mine own ruin.—Live, live happy,—
Happy in thy next choice, that thou mayst people 90
This barren age with virtues in thy issue!
And O, when thou art married, think on me
With mercy, not contempt! I hope thy wife,
Hearing my story, will not scorn my fall.—
Now let us part.
Org. Part! yet advise thee better: 95
Penthea is the wife to Orgilus,
Pen. Never shall nor will.
Pen. Hear me; in a word I'll tell thee why.
The virgin-dowry which my birth bestowed
Org. I must not take this'reason.
Pen. To confirm it;
Should I outlive my bondage, let me meet
Org. Penthea, now
I tell ye, you _grow wanton Ja. my sufferance: >^ Come, sweet, thou'rt mine.
Pen. Uncivil sir, forbear!
Or I can turn affection into vengpanre; 110
Org. I'll tear my veil of politic French off,
Pen. He sighed my name, sure, as he parted from me:
I fear I was too rough. Alas, poor gentleman!
[ Walks aside.
Enter Bassanes and Grausis.
Bass. Fie on thee! damn thee, rotten maggot, damn thee!